Hot Summer Job/Order Pizza - Bree's room
The pizza guy is surprisingly fast. Must be a slow night. As you pay the delivery boy (literally; he might be Kylie's age) you grumble to yourself. It's pretty terrible that this is the only thing you can think of to legitimately lure the girls out of Bree's room. Still, it's not as if you aren't hungry. And you have to feed them at some point...
You set the boxes down on the kitchen counter. "Girls! Pizza!"
It takes longer than you expect for their door to open.
"Can you bring it up here?"
"Bree, you know mom doesn't allow food in our rooms." And now is the only time you've ever liked that rule. "You have to eat down here."
A pause follows. You can faintly hear them discussing something.
"Wait there! We're coming!"
Yeah, you wish. But that was Kylie. Your thoughts again return to what they're doing. It doesn't take much to finish off the can of beer you grabbed while waiting for pizza, so you crack open another and grab a hot slice of the pie.
Two minutes go by. You grab another slice. Five minutes. You notice you're really nursing this second beer. Probably for the best as dad is pretty protective of this imported stuff. But it can't be that good. It's in a can.
Fluttering feet prance lightly down the staircase. They come to a stop halfway, giggles erupting between the two floors. Only once silence returns do the footfalls continue.
Kylie is the first to emerge and she nearly makes you drop your beer. Her expression is as absent as her clothing. The young teen is clad only in a simple pair of gray panties with white lace trim. Every other inch of her fair skin is visible to you, including her bare feet. Kylie's eyes are pointed down but her head is held high, walking demurely yet proudly forward with her hands at her sides, her chest thrust out in front of her. And those perky little tits you glimpsed yesterday look even better than your memory can recall.
Close behind her is your sister, similarly stark but a little less regal looking. She lacks the limited height that Kylie has over her but the grin she's choking back is what really kills it. Instead of panties however, your sis is sporting a white training bra. Bree's hands are also held at her sides, at least until she makes eye contact with you. That's all it takes for her embarrassment to fight its way forward and force her hands to move. She barely made it two seconds from the staircase before her hands crossed in front of her bald little slit.
Larissa brings up the rear, but she seems the least pleased of the bunch. Lined up like this you can see she's a hair shorter than your sis, but with her chin tucked down to her chest she looks even shorter. Rissa isn't trying to bare herself like the others. One hand is buried into her crotch while the other struggles to conceal her two bright pink nipples. Yet even she has a silly little grin on her face. All of this momentarily distracts you from noticing the frilly ankle socks adorning her feet. So she's technically not naked, a technicality you're sure she isn't thrilled by.
It's only after seeing all three girls and all three items that you clue into something: they're all wearing Bree's clothes.
"What's going on?" you ask, mostly not caring about the answer.
The topless girl ignores the question, grabbing a slice of pizza then turning toward you before biting into it.
The bottomless girl wants to say something but joins the first, standing beside her with a large slice that she is forced to hold with both hands. She angles her pelvis back and crosses her legs, still torn between showing off and hiding herself from you.
Socks isn't as invested in this though. She stands next to Bree, her hands still firmly in place.
"It's Kylie's dare."
"Rissa!" scolds the teen. "You're no fun."
"But I'm naked!" the youngest stomps.
"You won socks fair and square."
Rissa pouts fiercely, her bottom lip jutting out. The smell of the pizza quickly changes her mind and her mood however. She scurries over and snatches a slice of her own and returns to her place in line. She refuses to lift the tightly cupped hand away from her crotch though. In fact she clenches her thighs around the protective hand even tighter as she fights to eat the floppy pizza in the all-but-completely nude.
"And... what is this dare?" you ask as your pants tighten.
"We played a copy game, kinda like simon says," explains Bree. "Rissa actually won but she picked the box with socks."
"But she wasn't supposed to say anything!" gripes Kylie. Larissa sticks her tongue out at her big sister. She adds, "This was more fun when you didn't know what was happening."
"Trust me, I still don't. Not really."
You can't help but stare intently at these daring girls. Somehow Larissa is both the cutest and the hottest, standing here in nothing but socks chowing down on pizza. Rylie is a close second, the tight music-note covered panties showing off a bit of camel toe, her pointy little nipples displayed proudly on each of her round compact little tits. But it might actually be a three way tie for first. You've wanted a better glimpse of your sister's pubescent pussy ever since feeling her up yesterday, and even with her legs crossed it's still peeking out at you thanks to your skinny sister's thigh gap.
"Can I have one?"
Kylie is pointing to the can in your hand.
"Umm... you can have a drink of this one."
Kylie scowls briefly but quickly smiles and nods her acceptance. You pass her the can and she instantly tilts it skywards, chugging the remaining contents in dramatic fashion. You want to complain, but you find nothing to complain about with her back arched sharply and her slender neck craning upward to accentuate her topless form. Her breasts jiggle a little as she struggles through each consecutive greedy gulp.
After sucking the last drop she gasps to catch her breath. A baby burp punctuates the end of her "one" drink.
"Thanks!" She passes the empty can back to you.
Larissa finally releases her tight grip of her crotch to flail her arm about in protest. "No fair! What do we get to drink?"
Kylie plays with her hair. "You can't drink that. It's not for kids."
"You're a kid..." Larissa mutters to herself.